#Extraordinary Design and Craftsmanship:

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[historyofguns]

The article titled "Mitch Rosen Extraordinary Gunleather" by Mike Humphries on The Armory Life discusses the premium leather holsters created by Mitch Rosen, renowned for their quality craftsmanship and durability. Humphries, a traditionalist when it comes to holsters, prefers leather over synthetic materials for everyday carry, highlighting the importance of skilled artisanship in leather crafting. Mitch Rosen's passion for holster making began with his own experiences in IPSC shooting, leading to a business focused on top-quality materials and exceptional design over economy. The article details Rosen's process, including using the best cowhide and offering exotic leather options, as well as creating a more economical "Expressline" without compromising quality. Humphries, a southpaw, shares his personal experience with a Rosen USD-II-SF holster, noting its precise fit and workmanship as a perfect complement to his new Springfield Armory 1911. The piece emphasizes Rosen's commitment to superior finish and function, reflected in the satisfied experience of users like Humphries.

[omgkatherine01]

Could you do Sergei x reader where he just builds her furniture (I just spent way too long building a dress or and I love the universe where someone sexy did it for me

Crafted with Love

Pairing: Sergei Kravinoff x Fem!reader

Note: short

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The key turned in the lock with a satisfying click as I pushed open the door to my apartment, grocery bags hanging heavy from my tired arms. The sound of power tools whirring to a stop greeted me, followed by a familiar accented voice.

"Ah, моя любовь, you are back earlier than I expected."

I rounded the corner to find Sergei standing shirtless in what had once been the disaster zone of my bedroom, now transformed by his skilled hands. Sweat glistened on his broad shoulders and tattooed chest as he set down a cordless drill. Behind him stood my new closet, its doors perfectly aligned and shelving meticulously installed.

"Sergei, it looks amazing," I breathed, setting down the groceries on my bed.

He smiled, that rare, genuine smile that still made my heart flutter, even after six months together. "Is nothing. Russian craftsmanship." He ran his hand along the smooth wood finish. "Real wood, real construction. Will last lifetime."

I approached the closet, running my fingers over the intricate details he'd added – little carved flourishes at the corners that hadn't been in the original design. Leave it to Sergei to elevate even the most mundane furniture assembly into something extraordinary.

"You didn't have to do this," I said, though we both knew I'd been dreading tackling this project for weeks.

"Nonsense." He stepped behind me, his strong arms encircling my waist as he rested his chin atop my head. "Man must provide for woman he loves. Even if providing means building fortress for your many shoes."

I laughed, leaning back against his chest. "I don't have that many shoes."

"Дa, you do." His lips brushed against my ear. "But is okay. I build bigger closet next time."

"Next time?" I turned in his arms to face him, noticing the smudge of sawdust across his cheek. I reached up to brush it away. "What other furniture are you planning to build me?"

His eyes, intense as always, softened at the edges. "Whatever you need. Bed frame, bookshelves, table for dinner." He paused, his voice dropping lower. "Maybe crib someday."

My breath caught in my throat at the implication, but before I could respond, he gestured toward the closet.

"You try. Open doors, check drawers. Tell me if anything needs fixing."

I slid the closet doors open, marveling at how smoothly they glided along the track. Inside, he'd installed everything perfectly—the hanging rod at just the right height, shelves spaced exactly how I would have wanted them, and even small LED lights that illuminated when the doors opened.

"Sergei, I absolutely love it," I whispered, turning back to him. My heart swelled with appreciation for this man who could hunt the most dangerous game but spent his Sunday building me furniture.

I reached up, cupping his stubbled jaw, and pressed my lips to his. It was meant to be a simple thank you, but Sergei had other ideas. His strong hands gripped my waist as he deepened the kiss, pulling me against his bare chest, the taste of him mingling with the scent of sawdust and sandalwood.

When we finally broke apart, his pupils were dilated, making his eyes appear even darker than usual.

"Is just closet," he murmured against my lips. "Wait until you see what I do with kitchen cabinets."

I laughed, running my fingers through his hair. "You know, most guys just bring flowers."

"Flowers die," he said simply, trailing kisses down my neck. "My craftsmanship remains."

"Mmm, speaking of remaining," I said, feeling his hands slip under my shirt, "don't you have to finish installing those drawer pulls?"

Sergei growled playfully against my skin. "Drawer pulls can wait. Have more pressing matters to attend to."

Before I could respond, he lifted me effortlessly, my legs wrapping around his waist as he carried me toward the bed we'd need to clear of grocery bags.

"What about the groceries?" I protested weakly, not really caring about the fate of my frozen peas.

"Will not spoil in next hour," he promised, his accent thickening as it always did when he was focused on something important. "Maybe two hours."

As he lowered me onto the mattress, pushing aside the shopping bags, I couldn't help but smile. Who would have thought that furniture assembly could be such an effective form of foreplay?

[blueiscoool]

Army Museum Worker Discovers Early Medieval Sword in Poland

The collection of the Army Museum in Białystok, Poland has been enriched after renovation with a unique relic of great historical value – an early medieval sword of the Viking type, dating from the 9th or 10th centuries. It was found by an employee of this institution while diving in the Supraśl River over two years ago.

This rare artifact, which was found by museum employee Szczepan Skibicki in 2022 while diving in the Supraśl River, is among only a handful of similar swords discovered in the country.

Skibicki stumbled upon the sword in a river bend where erosion had exposed a sand deposit. “At about 120cm [four feet] deep,” Skibicki recalled, as translated from Polish to English through Facebook, “I spotted an interesting object which turned out to be a sword! Then for the first and last time, I screamed for joy under the water!… Thanks to my education and work I knew how to secure it and which services to notify.”

He likened the discovery to winning the lottery, reflecting on the extraordinary luck involved in unearthing such a treasure.

The sword, which may have been linked by Baltic or Viking cultures, was forged in the late ninth or early tenth century, according to experts. Despite Poland’s lack of Viking activity, archeological evidence demonstrates that the Vikings were present at important administrative and commercial hubs during this time. The unique hilt of the weapon denotes its design, which is in keeping with Viking craftsmanship while also suggest potential Baltic community influences.

Dr. Ryszard Kazimierczak of Nicolaus Copernicus University in Toruń highlighted the sword’s rarity and cultural significance: “The sword is unique due to its form, shape, and the degree of preservation of organic material visible on the hilt. This is incredibly rare for artifacts of this age.”

“We think there is a high probability that there was a fight by the river, a battle and the sword was in the water with its owner,” Kaźmierczak said, per the museum’s Facebook post.

The blade itself tells a story of conflict, bearing micro-cracks, scratches, and splinters likely resulting from combat. “The middle part shows how time and use have acted upon it,” explained Robert Sadowski, director of the Army Museum. “When these swords were used in battle, the middle part absorbed the most blows, leading to the wear and tear visible today.”

The Ministry of Science and Higher Education noted in its press release that before the sword could be transferred to the Army Museum it had to go through legal protocol overseen by the Provincial Conservator of Monument. Once it became the property of the Army Museum, the sword went into conservation involving specialists from the Institute of Archaeology of the Nicolaus Copernicus University.

By Leman Altuntaş.

[bosphorushop]

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[esteljune]

Listen - [P x reader] short fic

Notes: A vague backstory of the reader is implied. LOADS of fluff!!! you might get cavities from reading. This is totally self indulgent. I'm very insecure about this fic and had it in my draft for so long now, but it's time to share. TW: mention of alcohol abuse and violence

It wasn't the first time you had wandered around the Hotel rooms. Everyone in Krat knew the legends that swirled around that building, and you were no exception to its mysterious and sinister charm.

In its gloomy and solemn reality, the hours passed slowly. Despite the cordiality of its few inhabitants, you often felt like an outsider, alone, light-years away from that intricate and luxurious microcosm.

So you filled the voids by exploring, perhaps also to escape the inevitable questions of those who would have wanted to get to know you better. That's why, when you had finally inadvertently stuck your nose in Geppetto's study, the man's invitation to come in had caught you by surprise.

You hadn't said much to each other. Nothing in truth. He had remained silent, behind the heavy cherry wood desk, studying your interest in his work.

The more you looked, the more his talent seemed incredible to you. The elegance of those designs was undeniable, and even more so their execution. On the simple workbench at the far end of the room, a golden glow caught your full attention.

"This... is his heart, right?" you said, approaching him cautiously from behind.

"In a way. The P-Organ." he explained with undisguised pride, as your eyes traced the soft and elegant lines of the model.

Before you could realize it, a bitter grin had escaped your lips.

"Is this amusing to you?" he retorted, keeping his composure, but his face betrayed a certain tension.

"No, no, it's not that. It's just that, you know, I may not have your talent or your extraordinary ingenuity, but my father was a violent man, he drank, and as a result he was a pathological liar. So I know a liar when I see one."

You were challenging him, you were aware of it. The reason was not entirely clear to you, but it certainly had something to do with your connection to his creation.

"That boy, you call him son... You're lying. I just don't understand why." The man looked at you, more intensely than you had ever been scrutinized before.

A tight smile beneath his neatly trimmed gray mustache. His watery blue eyes, however, betrayed an unknown feeling. You didn't recognize its exact nature, but you suddenly felt vulnerable, exposed, violated.

That man, if he had the opportunity or the means, would have done harm. Perhaps he had already done so.

The thought made you shiver. You tried to hide the discomfort lodged in the back of your throat by returning his smile. You didn't trust him.

Your fingers brushed the steel surface of the heart on display on the pedestal, cold, distant, motionless. Despite its apparent fragility, you knew what it was capable of. You had felt it.

It had suddenly seemed to you an intolerable injustice, a cruel mockery of reality.

He who that heart belonged to was no longer just a mere exercise of craftsmanship. Not anymore. He felt.

"You created something so human that it has a heartbeat. And yet..."

The thud of the double inlaid wood door had shaken you. In the darkened crack, a flash of blue eyes and the now familiar mop of dark hair. The boy entered more silently than his heavy and eternal body would have suggested.

"Son. Come."

He was greeted by the man's voice at the desk, a note of tension hidden in the paternal tone.

He approached with slow, measured steps, and a shiver ran down your spine. It wasn't fear, but something deeper, a connection, perhaps. He held his eyes on you for a handful of your breaths, nothing more.

You had been about to retreat. You didn't want to witness whatever they would say, any orders given. You owed him your life, it would be too painful.

"Our guest was just talking about you. My son, my most precious creation. Come, see for yourself."

The invitation had taken you by surprise, as the creator accompanied Pinocchio to the upholstered armchair at the side of the room. The boy sat down without protest, impassive, while Geppetto bent down to his white chest between the folds of his shirt.

A wave of repulsion rose up in your throat uncontrollably. You would have wanted to see him rebel, not allow that unknown liar to violate him in that way, but he remained still, his head down, as his fingers intruded on his skin, opening a small hatch that exposed his metal heart.

You pushed back the tears that stung your throat, but your cheeks were burning with indignation.

The man looked at you, again more intensely than you would have expected. He seemed to grasp your refusal, but he prepared to mock it with a smile of benevolent compassion, as he would have done with a child in the throes of a tantrum.

"No harm done. Son, I beg you to escort our guest out of my room, I have matters to attend to elsewhere."

The boy limited himself to nodding, his heavy steel hand already gripping the inlaid armrest to lift the weight of his slender body. Curiously, he waited for his father to walk away with slow steps towards the double dark wood doors before approaching you.

You smiled, instinctively, when the clear blue eyes of him met yours in the silence of the room.

You knew he wouldn't say a word, but you had learned to appreciate his quiet, towering presence over you.

You felt the heat of anger leave your face, your breathing slowed as you waited for him to accompany you. Instead, he remained still, his irises suddenly darting away, to that chair he had abandoned just moments before.

You felt an uncontrollable tenderness for him, something you had never felt before. It overflowed from parts of your soul that you didn't remember having after so much pain.

"I don't think you're so different from me. And to understand that, you have to know yourself. You can't do that if your father treats you that way. Here, listen." You blew out a smile, gently taking his heavy mechanical hand and placing it between the folds of his white shirt, at the center of his chest.

You watched his reaction, holding your breath, you realized it too late.

That unguarded thought shook you, when had you allowed yourself to feel anything like that for him?

As you watched him listen intently to the rare and irregular beating of his mechanical heart, you were almost on the verge of touching his cold face dotted with pale freckles, but you gave up. Then, suddenly, his watery blue irises locked onto yours, silently, but laden with a message that was almost desperate, an unknown warmth.

His pale lips moved just a little, empty, not a breath, but an unspoken request. At that point you understood.

"Do you want to feel my heart?" you smiled, your eyes soft on the delicate features of that young, achingly beautiful face. He nodded.

Without further thought, you took his cold fingers in yours again and placed them on your chest. You took a breath, then another, breathlessly.

Suddenly aware of those too-frequent beats that echoed in your ears, you felt your face flush. You had been foolish. His gaze seemed unbearable, you felt vulnerable, caught in the act of that most genuine feeling.

How long had it been happening? How long had his mere presence made your heart race?

You felt the tall boy's body approach, towering over you, almost impassively scrutinizing the reactions of your burning face. It was too late to back down now. You waited.

As your heart pounded under his fingers, Pinocchio avidly weighed every contour of your face, the watery languor that animated your eyes, the flush of redness that spread across your cheeks, the slightly faster breath that escaped your lips. That must be true beauty, he thought.

"Listen... it's my heart beating for you," you whispered then, softly.

Suddenly, he felt an unfamiliar warmth in his chest, something deep, visceral... human. He didn't know the words to describe it, but it was enough to guide his body. He felt a shiver run down your warm skin as he brushed against your face, your heart skipped a beat, your breath became more labored.

Pinocchio wanted more. He wanted to know, he wanted to feel, he wanted to experience. He wanted you. What was that spark in the depths of your irises? Why was your heart beating so desperately? Were you expecting something from him? No... not that, it was something more authentic, elusive, incalculable.

"If you hadn't found me that night, I don't know what would have happened to me. The truth is, I just wanted it all to end. Not to feel pain anymore. But now... you saved me."

Pinocchio felt those words sink so deep inside him that he thought they had carved into the metal. There was pain somewhere, a faint, sweet sadness.

Under the steel palm, pressed against the soft skin, the muffled vibration of your pulses was awakening something in him that was both terribly ancient and familiar at the same time. He wondered what he should do. The undeniable reason for which he had come into the world imposed on him to move away from you, but there was another part, more instinctive, obtuse, that desired everything from you, of your perfect humanity.

Not only that, he wanted you to see him, to want him in return. His fingers moved again instinctively, gently grasped your hand and from your chest led it to his. That silence inside him suddenly seemed unnatural, artificial, he would have wished for a more tangible proof of his emotion.

Instead, he let time pass, counted the beats, let them trace unexplored paths within himself.

Pinocchio listened to your heart for long minutes, a spark of awareness in his blue irises that you had never seen in him before. Although it was now clear that his presence was not indifferent to you, you were happy to have fulfilled his desire, whatever its purpose.

Those feelings, whatever they were, were and would remain one-sided. You knew that well. In another time, perhaps far from him, you would have been afraid of them. Not now.

You smiled at his beautiful, motionless, silent face.

"It's better if I go now."

Pinocchio let you go in silence, your bodies moving away as if they had never been close, but a curious tension remained in the air, an unfamiliar intimacy.

[cosmic-conqueror-diabelos]

Lighbearer Ft: Sohyun

Hello my name is Dioflamenco and this is my first story. Enjoy

Agent D had always been an outlier. Despite his relatively young age, he was one of the most experienced members of the Lightbearer Taskforce, having been recruited straight out of high school. Over nearly 15 years, he had navigated the Bureau’s shadowy corridors, risen through its ranks, and survived missions that left even seasoned agents scarred or broken. He had worked through college, part-time jobs, and personal milestones, always returning to the fight. Yet, in all that time, no one had ever surprised him quite like Sohyun.

This is the story of the Prodigy and the Rebel, two extraordinary individuals whose unique talents will be all that stands between the world and its end.

The mirror in Sohyun’s dressing room reflected a dazzling young woman with a radiant smile, her confidence matched only by her talent. As her makeup artist finished brushing the last bit of shimmer onto her cheeks, they stepped back and admired their work.

“You look stunning as always,” the makeup artist said, hands on their hips.

“Thank you,” Sohyun replied, her voice bright with anticipation. She stood, smoothing out her stage outfit. The thrill of performing never left her; it was a spark that lit up her entire being.

Tonight was the first concert of the year, and she could already hear the distant roar of fans filling the venue. She took a deep breath, centering herself before stepping into the chaos of the spotlight.

Halfway across the world, Agent D sat in a dimly lit armory, the faint hum of fluorescent lights overhead. On the table in front of him lay his two most trusted tools: a sleek, high-powered flashlight nicknamed “Torch” and a revolver simply called “Durendall .”

The flashlight gleamed, its intricate design a fusion of advanced tech and ancient resonance, capable of cutting through the shadows of the Dark Ones. The revolver, reformed from the blade of legend carried a weight of history and purpose, its polished surface catching the dim light of the room.

Agent D worked in silence, checking each component of Durendall with meticulous care. The revolver had saved his life more times than he could count, its craftsmanship unmatched in precision and reliability.

Agent M leaned against the doorway, arms crossed as he watched with a grin.

“How’s Durendall treating you?” he asked casually.

Agent D didn’t look up, his hands moving with practiced precision as he reassembled the revolver. He nodded once, a silent acknowledgment.

Agent M chuckled. “Right. Forgot you tune us out when you’re in the zone. Anyway, finish up and swing by my office. Got a job for you.”

Once his tools were ready, Agent D holstered Durendall and clipped Torch to his belt, their familiar weight grounding him as he made his way to Agent M’s office. He knocked twice and stepped inside.

Agent M, a grizzled veteran with a sharp wit, greeted him with a wide grin. “Ah, my favorite K-pop aficionado. You’re going to love this one.”

Agent D raised an eyebrow, his expression calm but inquisitive.

Agent M slid a manila folder across the desk. “Got a case in South Korea. We’ve got reports of someone going dark in the area. Figured you’d be the perfect fit—speaking the language, loving the music, and all that. Plus, you’ve got a knack for dealing with these types.”

D opened the folder, his eyes scanning the contents. Photographs of erratic behavior, and strange shadows were captured on security footage, and a name stood out: Kim Sohyun. The report noted her connection to a recent series of disturbances.

“Transport’s ready, and we’ve already secured your lodging,” Agent M continued. “This one feels… off. You’ll need to keep your wits about you. Happy hunting, D.”

D closed the folder and gave a brief nod before turning to leave.

“Oh, and D?” Agent M added with a smirk. “Don’t spend all your time at concerts. You’ve got a job to do, remember?”

D’s lips twitched ever so slightly, a ghost of a smirk before he walked out the door.

The Bureau’s vault was a labyrinth of sealed chambers, each holding artifacts that pulsed faintly with resonance. As Agent D approached, the sound of soft humming reached his ears. Agent A, a humanoid feline with sleek fur and sharp, luminous eyes, lounged gracefully on her chair. Her tail swayed lazily behind her as she noticed him entering.

“Well, well, if it isn’t the outlaw,” she purred, her voice smooth and teasing. She stretched slightly, her claws flexing before retracting. “What can I fetch for you today?”

D stopped in front of her desk, his gaze steady. “Lucifer’s Wing and JDF’s Dragon Coin.”

Agent A’s ears perked up, and her tail flicked with interest. “Going all out, are we? What kind of mess are you planning to dive into this time?”

D didn’t respond, but the faintest tilt of his head spoke volumes.

With a soft chuckle, she hopped down from her chair with feline grace, padding over to the secure shelves. She retrieved the items with practiced precision: Lucifer’s Wing, a feather-shaped artifact that radiated purifying energy, and JDF’s Dragon Coin, a talisman etched with a worn Dragon’s claw.

Returning to him, she held them out with a sly smile. “These should do the trick. Try not to lose them—or yourself—out there, outlaw.”

D took the artifacts, carefully securing them in a case. Before he turned to leave, he reached out and lightly patted Agent A on the head, his hand brushing her soft fur.

Agent A closed her eyes, leaning into the touch with a pleased rumble of a purr. “You know,” she said, her voice low and teasing, “if I didn’t like you, I’d claw your hand off for that.”

D’s lips twitched in the barest hint of a smirk as he walked away. As he left Agent A moved around his hand with a possessive flair wrapping her tail and scent around his arm and a chuckle in her throat.

Agent D stepped into the transport room, where the air hummed faintly with the energy of the light bridge. The room’s walls were lined with glowing conduits, casting soft, pulsing light across the metallic floor.

At the controls stood Agent R, his mechanical hands a marvel of engineering. As the young agent approached, Agent R’s fingers whirred to life, adjusting dials and flicking switches with precise efficiency.

“Ah, Agent D,” Agent R greeted, his voice tinged with a mix of excitement and admiration. “Everything’s ready. Are you?”

D gave a curt nod.

Agent R smiled, his hands pausing over the controls. “Good. The bridge will have you in South Korea in an instant. Just try not to get into too much trouble. I know how you operate.”

D smirked faintly before stepping onto the platform. A moment later, the world around him dissolved in a flash of light, only to reassemble itself in the heart of Seoul.

The bustling city buzzed with life around him—neon signs flickered, street vendors called out to passersby, and cars honked in the evening traffic. Agent D took a deep breath, letting his guard drop just slightly as he surveyed the vibrant cityscape.

“Okay,” he muttered to himself, pulling out a small notebook filled with leads and addresses. “First things first—let’s find the Darkened One.”

He set off toward the first location on his list, weaving through the crowded streets with practiced ease. The hum of resonance from Lucifer’s Wing nestled in his coat reminded him of the tools at his disposal.

As Agent D approached the address, the familiar, silken voice of Mr. Pitch slithered into his ears like smoke.

“So, the Outlaw is back in the field,” the voice drawled, oozing smug delight.

D let out a groan, his shoulders tensing. “Don’t you have people to corrupt, Mr. Pitch?” he replied, his tone dripping with irritation.

“Oh, but why would I miss your grand return to the action?” the manifestation of the Eternal Night quipped, his form taking shape beside D. Mr. Pitch, clad in a sharp black suit, his eyes gleaming with dark amusement, adjusted his tie as he walked in step with the agent.

“You have been the most entertaining obstacle I’ve had the pleasure of dealing with,” Mr. Pitch continued, his voice tinged with faux admiration. “And speaking of entertainment… I can sense it. You’ve got Lucifer’s Wing on you, don’t you? How’d you manage that little coup?”

“The armory Agent likes me,” D replied coolly, not bothering to look at the manifestation beside him.

“Oh, of course,” Mr. Pitch mused, his grin widening. “Astalia has always had a soft spot for bad boys. And by the Bureau’s standards, you are the baddest of the bunch.”

He leaned closer, his voice lowering into a conspiratorial tone. “Yet, despite that, you remain incorruptible. I’ve turned so many. Even your dear paladin mentor, Agent J. But you? You stand unbroken, unwavering, and oh-so-boringly virtuous.”

D’s steps didn’t falter. He gave a small shrug, his response cutting and matter-of-fact. “I broke myself before anyone else could.”

The words hung in the air, and for a moment, even Mr. Pitch seemed caught off guard. Then, as if to mask his intrigue, he let out a booming laugh, the sound echoing unnaturally in the crowded street.

“You’re a tough nut to crack, Agent D,” Mr. Pitch said, his tone a mix of amusement and frustration. “But that’s what makes our little chats so delightful. I’ll figure you out one day.”

Agent D glanced sideways at the manifestation, his expression unreadable. “You’re wasting your time. I’ve already got a full itinerary without you tagging along.”

Mr. Pitch clapped his hands together. “Oh, I’m sure you do. But you know me—I can’t resist an encore performance. So go ahead, Outlaw. Let’s see what you’ve got.”

As they approached the address, the faint traces of corruption—dark, twisting tendrils visible only to trained Lightbearers—began to crawl along the edges of the building. Mr. Pitch faded into the shadows, his voice lingering in D’s ear.

“Good luck, Agent D. I’ll be watching.”

D sighed, tightening his grip on Torch. “It’s going to be a long night.”

He arrived at the first address, the air already thick with an oppressive weight that pressed against his chest. The building was in disrepair—paint peeling from the walls, windows smeared with grime, and a faint, acrid smell of decay seeping through the cracks. Agent D adjusted his grip on Durendall, his revolver gleaming faintly under the flickering hallway light.

Pushing the door open, he was greeted by a low, guttural growl. Inside, the room was a chaotic void of broken furniture, torn wallpaper, and shadows that seemed to ripple unnaturally. The Darkened were waiting.

Several figures twisted unnaturally, their eyes glowing with malevolent crimson light as they violently jolted to life and charged at him with inhuman speed. Their screams were inhuman—a mixture of rage and agony that echoed unnervingly in the confined space.

Agent D wasted no time. Flicking on Torch, the beam of concentrated light sliced through the room, illuminating the festering darkness clinging to the Darkened like a second skin. The light seared through the corruption, sending plumes of black smoke spiraling into the air.

But they weren’t just corrupted—they had fully succumbed. There was no saving them now. Torch could weaken their movements and strip away the Eternal Night’s influence, but these were no longer people—they were shells.

Agent D moved with precision, years of training and muscle memory taking over. He raised Durendall, the revolver’s weight perfectly balanced in his hand. With every pull of the trigger, a Darkened fell, the shots echoing like thunder in the stillness. Each hit was clean, mercifully quick, and lethal.

One of the Darkened lunged, faster than the others. D sidestepped with ease, using the butt of Durendall to knock the creature off balance before finishing it with a single shot. The metallic tang of blood mixed with the acrid scent of smoke.

As the last Darkened collapsed to the floor, Agent D exhaled, his breath steady despite the chaos. He scanned the room for lingering threats, his sharp eyes catching the faint tendrils of darkness retreating into the cracks of the walls. The Eternal Night was always watching. Always waiting.

Agent D holstered Durendall and deactivated Torch, plunging the room back into dim silence. He stepped over the fallen bodies with quiet reverence, a flicker of something—regret, perhaps—crossing his face. These were once people, after all.

Outside, the night was colder, sharper. The air seemed cleaner as if the world itself was relieved by his work. Agent D glanced at the address scribbled in his notebook and then up at the skyline. The concert hall was his next destination.

His fingers brushed against the pocket where Lucifer’s Wing rested. The artifact pulsed faintly as if sensing his resolve. “One step closer,” he murmured to himself before heading down the street, his silhouette cutting through the darkness like a blade.

The concert hall loomed ahead, its bright marquee lights cutting through the night like a beacon. The sound of excited chatter and the rhythmic thrum of music spilled into the cool evening air. Agent D adjusted his coat as he approached, blending seamlessly into the crowd of fans eagerly waiting outside.

He flashed his Bureau credentials at the back entrance, the security guard giving him a once-over before stepping aside. “Enjoy the show,” the guard muttered, unaware of Agent D’s true purpose.

Inside, the hall was a hive of activity. Staff members buzzed about, adjusting lighting rigs and managing last-minute details. The hum of the crowd grew louder as the main event drew near. Agent D’s sharp eyes scanned the venue, noting every shadowed corner and potential hiding place where a dark might linger.

As he moved toward the main floor, a shift in the atmosphere drew his attention. The stage lights dimmed, and the roar of the crowd erupted into a deafening cheer. The opening notes of a song began to play, and Agent D instinctively turned toward the stage.

Sohyun stepped into the spotlight. Dressed in a sparkling outfit that caught the light with every movement, she radiated confidence and charm. Her smile lit up the hall, effortlessly commanding the audience’s attention. Agent D found himself rooted to the spot, momentarily captivated.

Her voice was as mesmerizing as her presence, weaving through the melody with a delicate strength. Agent D wasn’t one to be easily distracted, but there was something about her—a magnetic pull that he couldn’t quite shake. For a brief moment, their eyes met across the sea of fans.

Sohyun’s gaze lingered on him, just for a second, before she turned back to the crowd, her energy undeterred. Agent D felt an unfamiliar warmth creep into his chest. He shook his head, mentally chastising himself. Focus. You’re here to work.

Still, as he moved toward the shadows near the edge of the stage, he couldn’t ignore the faint smile tugging at his lips. There was something about her presence that felt… disarming. Almost dangerous.

Agent D took out his notebook, checking the coordinates where the Darkened activity had been reported. It wasn’t far—somewhere within the concert hall. He adjusted his grip on Durendall, his senses sharpening as he moved toward the darker recesses of the building. The Eternal Night was never subtle, and he could feel its oppressive weight creeping closer.

The music swelled, Sohyun’s performance captivating the audience. Agent D kept one ear tuned to the melody while his eyes darted around, searching for the telltale signs of the anomaly. In that moment, she became both a distraction and an anchor—a reminder of why he fought to keep the darkness at bay.

Stay sharp, D, he told himself, slipping into the shadows. This isn’t your first dance with the Eternal Night.

Here’s a revised version with the new ending where the Director intervenes:

Sohyun gazed over her fans happily, the energy of their cheers and the bright lights fueling her performance. Her heart swelled with pride and gratitude—until she saw him.

Her stalker stood at the edge of the crowd, partially hidden in the shadows, but his presence was unmistakable. His eyes bore into her with an intensity that sent a chill down her spine. Even at this distance, she could sense his malice, a dark aura that seemed to cling to him like a second skin.

She held her composure, years of training kicking in. With a radiant smile and graceful movements, Sohyun finished the performance flawlessly, her groupmates unaware of the storm brewing inside her.

As the stage lights dimmed and the final applause erupted, she exhaled slowly, steadying herself. It’s fine. I have security. I have my group. He can’t get to me, she reassured herself. Still, the weight of his presence lingered, even as she made her way backstage.

Changing into her comfortable clothes, Sohyun tried to push the fear aside. But then, a low, guttural growl echoed through the hallway, cutting through the chatter of the staff.

Her breath hitched. She froze, listening. A second later, a gunshot rang out.

Heart pounding, Sohyun bolted from the dressing room, her mind racing. She sprinted toward the sound, dreading what she might find.

Bursting through the exit door, she skidded to a halt. The alley outside the concert hall was dimly lit, the air thick with tension. Her eyes immediately locked on the dark-skinned man standing over a crumpled body.

The man held a revolver loosely at his side, smoke still curling from the barrel. The body on the ground—her stalker—twitched unnaturally as tendrils of black smoke rose from him, dissipating into the night.

Sohyun’s chest heaved as she struggled to process the scene. Her stalker was… dead? No, not dead—something worse. What was that thing leaving his body?

The man turned toward her, his eyes sharp yet calm. He saw her fear and raised a hand slightly, his expression softening into what he hoped was a reassuring smile.

“I was trying to find the bathroom,” he said, his voice smooth but tinged with dry humor. “This guy just attacked me.”

His smile was surprisingly disarming, but Sohyun’s instincts screamed caution. The revolver in his hand, the unnatural darkness rising from her stalker’s body—none of this was normal.

She took a tentative step forward, her voice firm despite the quiver in her hands. “I saw you in the crowd. Who are you?”

The man opened his mouth to answer but faltered. For the first time in what felt like years, Agent D was caught off guard.

Standing before him was the woman he’d only seen on screens or from a distance—her beauty more striking up close, her presence overwhelming. The way her eyes bore into him, demanding answers, made his pulse quicken. His heart raced, his palms grew clammy, and for a moment, he forgot how to breathe.

Before he could respond, a sharp, synthetic chime came from his earpiece, cutting through the tension. Agent D instinctively touched the small device in his ear. “This is D,” he said, his voice steady despite his racing thoughts.

“Agent D,” a calm, authoritative voice said. It was the Director. “You’ve made contact with the anomaly.”

Agent D frowned slightly, his gaze flickering to Sohyun. “Anomaly? Sir, I’m not sure she—”

“She’s essential,” the Director interrupted, his tone leaving no room for argument. “Bring her to headquarters immediately. This is a priority directive.”

Sohyun watched him, her arms crossed, her wariness giving way to curiosity. “Who are you talking to?” she asked, her tone sharp.

Agent D lowered his hand from his earpiece, looking at her with an unreadable expression. He hesitated for a moment, weighing his words. “I need you to come with me,” he said finally.

“What?” Sohyun blinked, her brows knitting together. “I don’t even know who you are!”

“It’s not safe for you here,” he said firmly, his usual calm demeanor returning. “Things are happening—things you don’t understand yet. If you come with me, I can explain everything. But we need to leave now.”

Sohyun hesitated, her instincts warring with her curiosity. She looked past him at the body on the ground, the tendrils of darkness still vivid in her mind. Whatever this was, it was far beyond anything she’d ever encountered.

“Fine,” she said finally, her voice steady despite the apprehension in her eyes. “But you’d better have some answers.”

Agent D gave her a small nod, his lips quirking into a faint smile. “You’ll get them. I promise.”

As they moved toward the car waiting nearby, the night seemed to grow darker, the weight of the Eternal Night lingering just beyond their reach. Agent D glanced at Sohyun, the spark of something—admiration, curiosity—flickering in his chest. This mission had just become far more complicated than he’d anticipated.

Here’s the revised version with the Director as a woman:

The journey back to the Bureau’s headquarters was almost too smooth for Sohyun’s liking. The car pulled up to a nondescript building in a quiet part of the city, but the moment they stepped inside, the world shifted.

“What the—” Sohyun’s breath caught as the sleek, modern lobby dissolved into a tunnel of swirling light. Before she could process the sensation, she and Agent D emerged in a vast, sprawling complex. The air hummed with an energy she couldn’t quite place, and people in sharp suits bustled around, their faces a mix of focus and urgency.

“Welcome to HQ,” Agent D said casually, stepping aside to let her take in the sight.

“What is this place?” Sohyun asked, her voice tinged with awe and confusion.

“This,” Agent D began, motioning for her to follow him down a long, gleaming corridor, “is the headquarters of the Federal Bureau of Control. Think of us as the first and last line of defense against everything that shouldn’t exist.”

“Shouldn’t exist?” Sohyun repeated, trailing behind him. “Like… what exactly?”

Agent D glanced at her, a faint smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “Ghosts, demons, aliens, mythical beasts, cursed objects, you name it. If it’s paranormal, supernatural, or just plain weird, we deal with it.”

Sohyun’s brow furrowed as she tried to wrap her head around his words. “So… you’re saying all of that stuff is real?”

Agent D stopped in front of a large, sealed door, the Bureau’s insignia glowing faintly in the center. He turned to her, his expression serious now. “You saw what happened back there with your stalker. That wasn’t just some crazy fan. Well not anymore at least. He was ‘darkened.’ When people give in to their worst impulses, the Eternal Night can take hold of them, twisting them into something… else.”

Sohyun shivered at the memory, but she kept her composure. “And you? What are you in all of this?”

“I’m a Lightbearer,” Agent D said simply, holding up the flashlight clipped to his belt. “We’re trained to fight back against the darkness—literally and figuratively. We use tools, weapons, and sometimes… stranger things to keep the world safe.”

She glanced at his revolver, Durendall, and then back at the glowing insignia on the door. “And this Bureau just… manages all of that?”

Agent D chuckled, the sound surprisingly light given the weight of their conversation. “We try. But trust me, it’s not as organized as it sounds. Some days it’s ghosts in a basement. Other days it’s a toaster infused with infinite malignant energy that tries to rewrite reality.”

Sohyun blinked, unsure if he was joking. “A toaster?”

“Yeah I'm still mad I got roped into that. My sense of taste is still messed u,” he said with a shrug. “We’ve had weirder. Now, come on. The Director wants to see you.”

The door hissed open, revealing a room that felt both ancient and futuristic. The brutalist architecture walls were lined with shelves containing artifacts and documents, some glowing faintly, others seemingly vibrating with unseen power. At the center of the room stood a tall, commanding woman in a sharp black suit. Her dark hair was slicked back, and her piercing eyes seemed to take in everything at once.

“Miss Sohyun,” the woman said, her voice calm yet powerful. “Welcome to the Federal Bureau of Control. I’m Director Evelyn Lang. We have much to discuss.”

Sohyun swallowed, her gaze shifting between the Director and Agent D, who gave her a reassuring nod.

“I imagine Agent D has given you a brief introduction. He's very good at acclimation,” Director Lang continued, walking around the desk with measured steps. “But let me be clear: what you’ve encountered tonight is only the tip of the iceberg. The world is far stranger and more dangerous than most people can comprehend. That’s why we exist—to protect humanity from what it isn’t ready to face.”

Sohyun hesitated before speaking, her voice steady despite the whirlwind of questions in her mind. “Why me? Why am I here?”

Lang’s lips curved into a faint smile. “You’re here because the Eternal Night doesn’t just target people at random. There’s something about you it wanted. And if it wanted you, then you’re either a threat to it… or a key to stopping it. Either way, we need to understand why.”

Sohyun’s heart raced. “And what happens now?”

Director Lang’s smile faded. “What happens now is up to you. You can walk away and we wipe your memory of these events and go off back on your way. Or you can work with us and step into a world that will test you in ways you’ve never imagined.”

Sohyun took a deep breath, her thoughts swirling. Se turned to Agent D who was outside the office playing what looked to be a 3DS. She turned back to Mrs. Lang and asked “What’s his story?”

“Oh, Doffy? I don't know. He's kind and has been immensely helpful to the bureau but has also been equally as intense in maintaining his privacy and personal agency. I can guarantee you this though with him being one of our most tenured agents you are in great hands if you follow him. Now all that remains of this little interview is Do you accept?”

Sohyun swallowed hard then said, “Okay I’ll join,”

The air around Sohyun shifted suddenly. One moment, she was in the director's office talking with Director Lang; the next, she was standing in an endless, glowing expanse of silvery light. The floor beneath her feet seemed to ripple like water, yet it held firm under her weight. She turned in a slow circle, her heart racing.

“Where… where am I?” she whispered.

A voice, or perhaps several voices speaking in unison, answered. “in the Astral Plane, Sohyun.”

She whirled around, but there was no one there. Instead, shimmering figures materialized from the light, each taking the shape of a towering geometric construct. Their forms pulsed with energy, their voices reverberating in her mind.

“We are the Board,” they said. “We have summoned you to test your resolve and your worth.”

Sohyun swallowed hard. “Test me? For what?”

“To measure the strength of your mind, your spirit, and your conviction,” the Board intoned. “You seek to fight the understanding, but do you understand what that truly means? Do you comprehend the weight of such a burden of knowing?”

Before she could respond, the ground beneath her rippled violently, and the plane shifted. Suddenly, she was back in the concert hall, but it wasn’t the same. The crowd was gone, and the stage was cast in shadows. A figure emerged from the darkness—it was her stalker, his face twisted with malice.

“You think you’re safe?” he hissed, his voice dripping with venom. “You think you can escape me?”

Sohyun’s breath hitched, but she stood her ground. “You’re not real. You’re just… a test.”

The figure lunged at her, and instinctively, she raised her hands. Light burst forth, enveloping the figure and dissolving him into nothingness.

The scene shifted again. Now, she was standing in front of a mirror. Her reflection stared back at her, but something was wrong. The other Sohyun smirked, her eyes glowing with an unnatural light.

“You think you’re ready for this?” the reflection said. “You think you can handle the truth about the world? About yourself? You’re just a singer, a pretty face. You don’t belong here.”

Sohyun clenched her fists. “I may not have all the answers, but I won’t back down. I’ve seen the darkness, and I won’t let it win.”

The reflection sneered, but it faded as Sohyun’s resolve hardened. The light around her grew brighter, and the mirror shattered.

Finally, the plane stabilized, and the Board’s forms reappeared. “You have faced your fears and doubts and emerged victorious,” they said. “You are stronger than we anticipated.” Sohyun noticed the weird lilt in the voice of the board of Directors as if something intrigued them even more, but they were being reticent with that information.

Sohyun took a deep breath, her heart pounding but her mind clear. “If I’m done, then tell me—what is Agent D’s story? Who is he?”

The Board paused, their collective voice quiet for a moment. Then, they spoke. “Agent D is an aberration. He defies explanation, and yet his presence is necessary. We do not yet fully understand him… but we hope to.”

Sohyun’s brows knitted together. “An aberration? What does that mean?”

“That is all we know,” the Board replied. “You must decide for yourself what you believe.”

Before she could press further, the plane dissolved, and Sohyun found herself back in the office, Director Lang watching over her with glee

“You zoned out there for a second,” she said, offering her a hand to help her up.

Sohyun hesitated, looking into her eyes, searching for the answers the Board refused to give. Finally, she took his hand. “I’m fine,” she said, though her mind was already racing with questions.

The director smiled and said, “Well you're in the FBC now. Let’s get you your weapons of Duty and Freedom.”

Sohyun hesitated. She wasn't one for violence, but she knew she needed something to protect herself. So she left the office then followed Agent D. As she did she noticed how he moved. There was an air of guardedness to him, but also a level of nervousness to him that she found endearing. In all of the gray: concrete, suits, and furniture Agent D stood out with his khaki pants black jacket, and vibrant Hawaiian shirt. It was odd but it drew her to him.

“Where are we headed?” Sohyun asked as they continued their brisk walk through the sterile, gray corridors of the Bureau.

“The Vault,” Agent D replied, his tone steady and purposeful. “It’s where we house Altered Objects—artifacts imbued with paracausal properties. Some of them are contained, while others are repurposed as weapons to confront other altered objects or entities.”

Sohyun’s brow furrowed. “So, this place is full of cursed objects and anomalies?”

“Ah only some of these are “cursed” Most of these items are charged with paranormal energy or bound to specific entities,” Agent D said, glancing at her. “But here, we call them Altered Objects or Objects of Power. The terminology matters—helps us understand what we’re dealing with.”

Before she could ask more, the pair entered a sprawling, high-security chamber. The Vault felt like a world unto itself, with towering steel shelves that stretched impossibly high, each lined with strange items sealed in reinforced glass cases. The air buzzed faintly, as though charged with electricity.

Standing near a control console was Agent A. Her feline ears perked up as her tail swayed behind her, and her sharp eyes lit up when she spotted Agent D.

“Ah, Agent D. I see you made it back in one piece,” Agent A said, a playful smile tugging at her lips.

Agent D offered a rare, genuine smile as he approached. “Not for lack of trying on the Darkened’s part.”

Without hesitation, he reached out and ran a hand over her soft fur, eliciting a low, satisfied purr from the feline. She arched into his touch briefly before stiffening, her nostrils flaring.

Her silver eyes locked onto Sohyun, who stood hesitantly a few steps behind Agent D. “Who’s this?” she asked, leaping gracefully onto Agent D’s shoulder to get a closer look.

“Agent A,” Agent D began, keeping his tone measured, “this is Probationary Agent Sohyun.”

Agent A’s pupils narrowed into slits as she sniffed the air around Sohyun. “She smells like danger,” she said flatly, her tone carrying a hint of suspicion.

Agent D chuckled lightly. “You said the same thing about me when we first met.”

“That’s because your danger smelled like a natural disaster—a volcano or a tornado,” Agent A countered, folding her arms. “Something inevitable. Hers smells like gunpowder and poison. Her danger isn’t natural; it’s deliberate. Manufactured.”

Sohyun blinked, unsure whether to feel insulted or unnerved by the feline agent’s sharp assessment.

Agent D sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “Noted. But for now, we’re here to get her equipped.” He reached into his jacket pocket, retrieving Lucifer’s Feather and JDF’s Power Coin. Placing the items on the counter, he said, “The Director wants her outfitted with an on-duty weapon and an off-duty weapon.”

Agent A scowled, muttering something under her breath as she scooped up the items. “Fine. Follow me, Agent Sohyun.”

Sohyun glanced at Agent D for reassurance, and his disarming smile brought a wave of calm over her. It was the same warmth she had felt earlier when he had dealt with her stalker. Trusting his judgment, she followed Agent A deeper into the Vault.

The Vault grew colder and darker as they walked, the hum of energy becoming almost oppressive. The further they went, the more Sohyun noticed subtle distortions in the air, as if reality itself were bending around certain objects.

When they were out of earshot of Agent D, Agent A came to an abrupt stop. Her body shimmered, and her feline form transformed. Now, standing before Sohyun was a striking woman with tiger ears, piercing silver eyes, and prominent black stripes marking her cheeks. Her gaze was predatory, unyielding.

Agent A’s voice was low and dangerous. “Listen to me, girl. You’d better not hurt my man-cub.”

Sohyun froze, her breath catching. “Your man-cub?”

Agent A stepped closer, her claws extending with a soft metallic sound. “Agent D has been through more than you can imagine in this godforsaken Bureau. He’s carried burdens no one else could, and he doesn’t let people in. But he likes you. Enough to speak more than he has in months. That’s rare. So if you hurt him—if you betray his trust—I’ll make sure you regret it.”

Sohyun swallowed hard, her throat dry. She nodded quickly, overwhelmed by the tiger-woman’s intensity.

Agent A smirked, retracting her claws. “Good. Glad we understand each other.”

Without another word, she turned and resumed walking, her tail swishing behind her. Sohyun followed in silence, her mind racing.

When they reached a sealed chamber, Agent A placed the feather and coin on a pedestal. The room pulsed with energy as the artifacts began to glow, their forms shifting slightly as they resonated with Sohyun’s presence.

“Pick them up,” Agent A instructed.

Sohyun hesitated, glancing at the shimmering objects. With a deep breath, she reached out, her fingers closing around the feather and the coin. A surge of energy coursed through her, and for a brief moment, the world seemed to tilt. When it stabilized, she felt… different. Stronger.

Agent A observed her with a scrutinizing gaze. “You might survive this yet,” she said, her tone begrudgingly approving.

Absolutely! Here’s an expanded version of the scene where Sohyun receives her personalized gear and the Altered Objects attune to her, taking on new forms that symbolize their allegiance:

The sealed chamber hummed with power as Sohyun stepped inside, her eyes immediately drawn to two objects resting on individual pedestals. One was a delicate, ornate fan, its surface etched with swirling patterns of fire and smoke. The other was a sleek, unassuming hairpin, its dark surface crackling faintly with arcs of electricity.

Agent A motioned for her to approach. “These are the objects the Vault has chosen for you. Their properties align with what we’ve observed from your trials in the Astral Plane. They’re attuned to elements of fire and lightning—powerful, volatile forces. A fitting match for someone with your resolve.”

Sohyun hesitated, her eyes darting between the fan and the hairpin. “What’s their story? Where did they come from?”

Agent A’s tiger ears flicked as she considered the question. “The fan is said to have originated in an ancient temple that worshipped a goddess of fire. It’s been known to incinerate those it deems unworthy. As for the hairpin, it was found embedded in the wall of a manor struck by lightning. The pin survived the strike unscathed, but the building burned to the ground. No one’s ever been able to wield them both… until now.”

Sohyun’s breath hitched. “What happens if they reject me?”

Agent A’s lips curled into a sly smile. “Then I’ll be cleaning up the mess. But I’ve got a feeling you’ll do just fine. Go on.”

Sohyun swallowed hard and stepped closer. She reached for the fan first. The moment her fingers brushed its surface, the room was bathed in a searing orange glow. Heat radiated from the fan, and for a terrifying moment, flames licked up her arm. But they didn’t burn. Instead, they coiled around her like a protective barrier, their warmth sinking into her skin. The fan trembled in her hand, its intricate designs shifting. The patterns reshaped themselves into phoenix feathers, and a single flame emblem blazed at the center.

Agent A’s eyes widened. “Well, that’s new.”

Sohyun turned to the hairpin, emboldened by the fan’s acceptance. As she picked it up, a sharp jolt of electricity shot through her body, causing her to gasp. The air around her crackled, and her hair stood on end as if charged with static. The hairpin vibrated, its surface darkening before streaks of silver and gold lightning etched themselves across its length. Tiny arcs of electricity danced along the edges, casting shadows that flickered like storm clouds.

The room grew silent, save for the faint hum of power radiating from the objects. Sohyun looked at Agent A, her hands trembling but steadying as the fan and hairpin seemed to synchronize with her energy.

“They’ve accepted you,” Agent A said, her voice tinged with both amazement and approval. “These are now your weapons. They’re more than tools—they’re allies. They’ll grow with you, but you’ll need to prove yourself worthy of them time and time again.”

Sohyun nodded, her grip tightening around the objects. As she did, she felt an odd connection, as if the fan and hairpin were alive, responding to her emotions and thoughts.

“What do I do with them now?” Sohyun asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Agent A smirked. “That’s up to you. But if I were you, I’d start practicing. A phoenix and a storm aren’t exactly subtle companions.”

Sohyun chuckled nervously, tucking the hairpin into her hair and folding the fan neatly. She turned to follow Agent A back toward the main vault but paused.

“Why did they choose me?” she asked, her gaze lingering on the objects.

Agent A’s expression softened, her tiger-striped face thoughtful. “Because you’ve already proven you’re willing to face the fire and the storm. Now it’s your turn to wield them.”

As Sohyun and Agent A exited the depths of the Vault, the hum of residual energy from the Altered Objects still lingered in the air around them. Sohyun couldn’t help but glance down at the fan and hairpin in her hands, marveling at how naturally they now felt, as if they’d always been a part of her.

Her thoughts were interrupted by a sudden commotion. A sharp, whirring noise echoed through the chamber, followed by a flash of light. Sohyun looked up in time to see a small belt device and buckles that looked like they were attached to said belt device fly through the air toward the Vault entrance.

“What is that?” Sohyun asked, her grip tightening on the fan instinctively.

Agent A’s eyes narrowed, her tiger ears twitching as she stepped protectively in front of Sohyun. “Oh, for the love of—this again?” she muttered.

The device and buckles were streaking directly toward the Vault’s entrance when another agent intercepted them with an agile leap, catching the set mid-air. The agent, clad in a standard Bureau uniform, grunted as the force of the catch nearly knocked them over.

“Nice try,” the agent said, clutching the device and medals tightly as they began to pulse with a faint glow. “You’re not getting out of here this time.”

Sohyun frowned, confused. “What was that? And why was it flying around like it had a mind of its own?”

Agent A sighed, running a hand through her striped hair as she watched the agent wrestle the device into submission. “That's the Desire Drive and Raise buckles. It's one of Agent D’s original weapons. They “evolved” into what you just saw flying they used to just be an Ichigo belt from Kamen Rider. Originally it just made Agent D super strong but during the “toaster” incident it evolved into the drive from OOO if I remember it correctly and then again when Agent D faced off against Mrs. Black. Since then it granted him more than just strength but a whole bunch of other forms as well.”

“Forms?” Sohyun echoed, her curiosity piqued.

“Yes,” Agent A replied. “The driver and buckles allowed him to tap into paracausal energies to temporarily merge with the essences of different entities based on Tokusatsu henshin heroes. He could adapt to any situation, which made him one of the most versatile agents we’ve ever had, but the power kept growing as he grew. The board got scared after he took on a whole E-class level threat by himself,”

“Then why doesn’t he use them anymore?” Sohyun asked, glancing back at the struggling agent.

Agent A’s expression darkened slightly. “Because they’ve grown too powerful—and too dangerous. When the driver evolved into its current state, it started drawing energy directly from Agent D in ways the Bureau couldn’t fully understand. The risk of feedback—of it overwhelming him or causing collateral damage—was too high. The Board decided it was safer to restrict its use. The same goes for his original on-duty weapon.”

“What was his original “on duty weapon?” Sohyun asked

Agent A paused for a moment then said, “The first manuscript of Beowulf. It doesn't take that form though much anymore. It currently takes the form of a Mtg card. That one has been easier to lock up though,”

Sohyun tilted her head. “But if they’re restricted, why are they trying to escape?”

Agent A crossed her arms, her silver eyes glinting with a mix of frustration and understanding. “Because they’re still bound to him. Weapons like those aren’t just tools—they’re parts just like you or me. They’ve chosen Agent D, and no matter what the Board says, they’ll always try to return to him. Every time he’s near the Vault, they sense him and… well, you saw what happens.”

Sohyun processed this, a newfound respect for Agent D growing in her chest. “Doesn’t that bother him? Knowing these things are a part of him but being told he can’t use them?”

Agent A’s gaze softened, her tone uncharacteristically gentle. “It does a lot. But D is nothing is incredibly self-sacrificing. He understands the danger they pose to everyone around him. That’s why he keeps them locked away. He doesn’t want anyone to get hurt because of his power.”

Sohyun looked down at her weapons—the fan and hairpin that had chosen her. The connection she felt with them suddenly seemed more profound, more intimate. “Is that what it means to have a weapon bound to you? For it to choose you?”

Agent A nodded. “It’s not just about compatibility. It’s about trust—on both sides. They become symbiotic with you almost. These objects have power, but they need a wielder who can understand them and channel that power responsibly. That’s why the choosing process is different for everyone. For you, it was about proving your resolve in the Astral Plane. For D, it’s about heroics. These objects chose him as a child and were his for longer than most of the other agents.”

Sohyun glanced toward the Vault as the other agent sealed the driver and buckles. “Will they ever let him use them again?”

Agent A shrugged her feline tail swishing. “That’s up to the Board. But honestly? If things ever get bad enough, I wouldn’t be surprised if he took them back himself. D isn’t the type to let red tape stop him from doing what needs to be done.”

As they resumed their walk, Sohyun couldn’t help but steal a glance at Agent D, who was waiting for them by the exit. He stood casually, hands in his pockets, his vibrant Hawaiian shirt a stark contrast to the gray, oppressive atmosphere of the Bureau.

Sohyun felt a spark of confidence ignite within her. The fan and hairpin hummed faintly, as though sensing her determination.

She turned to Agent D and asked, “So what now?”

Agent D shrugged, “We get you home and you come in tomorrow to begin training.,” Agent Sohyun smiled before following Agent D. She turned back to Agent A who grimaced at her before clenching her paw into a fist and “threatening her,” Sohyun smiled before teasingly sticking out her tongue as she took Agent D’s arm

The night air was cool as Agent D walked beside Sohyun down the quiet street. The rhythmic sound of their footsteps filled the space between them, but there was an unspoken tension hanging in the air—a tension that had been building ever since Agent A’s comment earlier. Sohyun couldn’t shake the feeling that something was different tonight.

She glanced over at Agent D, her heart racing. She couldn’t ignore it any longer. With a deep breath, she decided to confront him.

“Agent D,” she began, her voice steady despite the storm brewing inside her, “about what Agent A said… she said you liked me. Is that true?”

Agent D blinked in surprise, his casual stride faltering for a split second. When he looked at her, his eyes were uncharacteristically serious. “You want an honest answer?” he asked, his voice low.

Sohyun nodded, her pulse quickening. She wasn’t sure what she expected from him, but his expression was unreadable as he took a moment before responding.

“Yeah,” he said finally. “I like you, Sohyun. But if it makes you uncomfortable, I can be professional about it. I’m not here to make you feel weird or put any pressure on you.”

Sohyun’s breath hitched. The words were simple, but they hit her harder than she expected. She didn’t know how to process the admission, but she also didn’t want to make a hasty decision. After all, they had only been working together for a short time.

“I… I don’t know what to say,” she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. She hesitated before adding, “Give me time to think about it.”

A small, understanding smile tugged at the corner of Agent D’s lips. “Take all the time you need,” he replied softly, his eyes warm but respectful.

The tension between them seemed to settle, but it didn’t dissipate entirely. Sohyun couldn’t help but feel drawn to him despite herself, her mind racing with the possibility of what his feelings might mean. But she refused to let her emotions take over. Not yet.

“Alright,” she said, her tone a bit lighter now. “So how long have you been with the Bureau, anyway? You seem like a vet.”

Agent D’s gaze flickered to her, a slight smirk pulling at his lips. “Since I was twelve,” he answered casually, but his voice lacked its usual lightness.

Sohyun’s steps faltered for a second, her heart skipping a beat. “Wait… what?” Her mind struggled to process what he’d just said. “You’ve been with the Bureau since you were twelve?”

He nodded, his gaze fixed ahead as if the memory itself was something he wasn’t ready to fully revisit. “Yeah. A long time ago, but it’s the truth.”

Sohyun felt the ground shift beneath her, her perception of him altering instantly. The confident, almost untouchable figure of Agent D now felt smaller, more fragile, like a shadow of someone who had been forced to grow up too quickly. He was only a couple of years older than her, yet his life had been drastically different—more brutal, more demanding.

“You’ve been doing this… since you were twelve?” she asked, her voice tinged with disbelief. “That’s… that’s insane.”

Agent D’s expression darkened for a moment, his lips tightening as he avoided her gaze. “It was the only choice I had.”

Sohyun’s heart ached for him, her previous flirtation evaporating in the face of this new revelation. She was starting to see him in a new light, and it made her question everything she thought she knew about him.

“Why have you stayed with them all these years?” she asked quietly, unable to hold back the question that had suddenly consumed her thoughts. “Why haven’t you walked away? You’ve been through so much.”

He paused, his steps slowing as he considered her question. When he spoke, his voice was barely above a murmur, but there was a depth of sincerity in his words.

“Obligation to those who mentored me,” he said, his eyes distant as though he were reliving something painful. “They gave me purpose when I had nothing. They taught me everything I know, and I owe them for that.”

Sohyun’s heart clenched, her mind spinning with the weight of his words. She had thought of him as just another agent, someone who was untouchable in his expertise, but now, in this moment, she realized how much of himself he had sacrificed for the Bureau.

She didn’t know how to respond to that, so she remained quiet, the night air heavy between them. The flirtation had faded, replaced by something deeper—something real. And for the first time, Sohyun wondered if Agent D had ever truly allowed himself to be vulnerable with anyone.

Finally, they reached the entrance to her dorm. Sohyun stopped, looking up at him with a mixture of uncertainty and admiration. “Thank you for everything tonight,” she said softly. “I’ll… I’ll think about what you said.”

Agent D gave her a small, understanding nod. “Take your time. I’ll see you tomorrow for training.”

She watched as he turned and began to walk away, her mind still reeling from the new truths she had learned about him. For the first time, she wasn’t just thinking about his flirtation or his charm. She was thinking about the person he had been forced to become—and how he had stayed that way for all these years.

As he disappeared into the night, Sohyun felt a shift in her heart, one that she couldn’t fully understand. She enters and walks slowly to her room before setting her fan and hairpin down on her desk. Then she sits on her bed.

The dim light from her desk lamp cast soft shadows on the walls, and the stillness of the room felt almost suffocating. Sohyun sat on her bed, her knees pulled up to her chest as she stared blankly at the floor. Her thoughts swirled in a chaotic mess—images of Agent D’s rare moments of vulnerability, his casual mention of his past, and the weight of his words. Twelve years old… she repeated in her mind.

She ran a hand through her hair, the hum of her fan offering little comfort as it flickered gently in the background. She had never seen Agent D as anything more than a seasoned agent, someone who exuded confidence and expertise. But tonight, everything had shifted.

Twelve…

She let the word sink in. A child, forced into a life of constant battle, stripped of any semblance of a normal childhood. Sohyun’s mind couldn’t reconcile the image of the young boy Agent D had been with the man she had seen in front of her. How could someone that young be thrust into such an unforgiving world? What kind of person could endure all that and still carry on?

Her fingers absently traced the edge of her pillow as she thought about the weapons he carried: Durendall—a weapon so meticulously crafted, it seemed like something meant for a master, not a child. And then there was Torch, his flashlight, which held an eerie sense of purpose as if it was more than just a tool. It had a deeper connection to the darker, unseen forces that surrounded them.

Sohyun let out a frustrated breath, her chest tightening. There were so many things about him she still didn’t understand. He had talked about obligation, about honoring those who had mentored him. But was it just a duty that kept him there, or was there something more? Something deeper that kept him tied to a life that had broken him so early?

Her thoughts turned to his words, his confession that he had stayed with the Bureau all these years because of those who had shaped him. It made her heart ache for him. And yet, it also made her question everything. Why hadn’t he left? Why hadn’t he sought something better, something of his choosing?

Sohyun pulled her knees tighter to her chest, her mind suddenly racing through all the implications of what she had learned. Her thoughts came to a screeching halt when she remembered the weapons, the choice of them. What kind of weapons… she thought again, her brow furrowing in disbelief.

Without realizing it, she muttered aloud, “What kind of weapons choose a child?”

The question hung in the air, as though the room itself was waiting for an answer she might never find. Sohyun pressed her fingers to her temple, fighting the overwhelming sensation of sadness and confusion. The weapons that Agent D carried had always seemed like tools of someone who had mastered them, someone who had honed his skills over years of experience. But hearing about his past, knowing how young he had been when he was thrust into this life, made everything feel warped like the lines between childhood and adulthood had blurred beyond recognition.

The thought of it made her stomach churn. What kind of childhood had he had? And, more importantly, what kind of person could survive it?

Sohyun closed her eyes, fighting the rising tide of emotions. She wanted to ask him so many things. Why did you stay? Why did you let them choose your life? Why didn’t you walk away? But she knew that was a conversation for another time. A time when she could think more clearly and when her feelings didn’t make her heart race every time she was near him.

For now, all she could do was sit with the weight of it. The weight of knowing that behind Agent D’s cool exterior, there was a history that stretched far beyond anything she could have imagined.

She let out a long breath, letting her body relax into the bed. What kind of weapons choose for a child? The question echoed in her mind, haunting her with its implications.

But more than that, she couldn’t help but wonder: What kind of person could bear the weight of those weapons for so long?

Authors Note: Unsure of when I’m gonna post another story but stay tuned.

[nicolaradano]

And here we go: unveiling the A/W 2024-2025 lookbook!

This season marks a transformative moment for the brand, with a complete reinvention that introduces a wide range of new product categories. From tailored suits and jackets to refined knitwear, outerwear, and even more casual additions like t-shirts, the collection seamlessly blends innovation and versatility. Each piece reflects our unwavering commitment to craftsmanship and embodies our signature aesthetic, where timeless sophistication meets an effortlessly cool edge.

The shoot took place in the breathtaking landscapes of #Cilento—a region that holds a special place in my heart, deeply connected to my family’s heritage. Its natural beauty and rich history provided the perfect backdrop to highlight the essence of this collection.

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Peacock Ring

Maggi Simpkins' Peacock Ring

Centering an emerald-cut diamond, surrounded by custom-cut sapphires, emeralds and teal blue diamonds.

Emerald-cut diamond weighs 10.12 carats

Sapphires weighing a total of approximately 2.62 carats

Emeralds weighing a total of approximately 0.80 carat

Teal diamonds weighing a total of approximately 0.24 carat

18 karat yellow gold

Signed Maggi Simpkins

Size 7¼  

Accompanied by GIA report no. 5211466866, dated 12 February 2021, stating that the diamond is H color and VS2 clarity, excellent polish and symmetry.

- Sotheby's

This piece is part of Sotheby's Brilliant and Black: A Jewelry Renaissance, the selling exhibition dedicated to showcasing the extraordinary skill, imagination, and craftsmanship of Black jewelry designers.

[ottermeat]

A letter we received about a project we designed. This is what we do.

Since the opening I have been walking the newly transformed paths of Roy’s Redwoods in Woodacre, and I felt compelled to write and express my admiration and gratitude for what you’ve created.

This is no ordinary restoration—it is a work of high art. The design of the trails and pathways, the careful choreography of the visitor’s movement through the space, and the inspired use of natural materials reveal a level of artistry and ecological sensitivity that is truly rare. It takes a deeply creative and intuitive vision to shape a nature walk that feels both respectful to the land and spiritually elevating for those who walk it.

This spring, the native vegetation has returned with a lushness that makes the experience feel alive and intimate. The different trails, winding in harmony with the land’s contours, are both beautiful and brilliant. The craftsmanship and ingenuity behind every element—boardwalks, clearings, bridges, and trail alignments—are evident. They invite quiet reflection, wonder, and communion with the natural world.

Cudos to the designers, naturalists, planners, and all who collaborated on this extraordinary project. You have given the community more than a place to walk—you’ve created a sanctuary. It offers not just physical health, but emotional and spiritual nourishment to all of us lucky enough to visit.

[tferyal]

Frank L. Koralewsky tarafından 1911'de yapılan karmaşık işçilikli kapı kilidi, 20. yüzyılın başlarındaki metal işçiliğinin dikkate değer bir örneğidir.

1872'de Almanya'nın Stralsund kentinde doğan Koralewsky, 1890'ların ortalarında Amerika Birleşik Devletleri'ne göç etmeden önce demir işçisi olarak çıraklık yaptı.

Boston'a yerleşerek 1906'da Boston Sanat ve El Sanatları Derneği'nin bir üyesi oldu ve çilingirlik ve hırdavat konusunda uzmanlaştı.

Tamamlanması yedi yıl süren bu özel kilit, onun uzmanlığının ve zanaatına olan bağlılığının bir kanıtıdır.

Altın, gümüş ve bronzla kaplı olan kilit, 1900'lerin başlarındaki ortaçağ hayranlığını yansıtan, sanat ve zanaatkarlığın olağanüstü bir birleşimidir.

O dönemde metal işçiliği geleneklerinin zirvesini temsil eder ve Koralewsky'nin işlevi dekoratif güzellikle harmanlama yeteneğini sergiler.

Tasarım, Grimm Kardeşler'in "Pamuk Prenses ve Yedi Cüceler" masalından esinlenerek, parçaya bir tuhaflık ve anlatı derinliği katar.

1915 Panama-Pasifik Uluslararası Fuarı'nda sergilenen kilit, altın madalya kazanarak Amerikan zanaatkarlığı tarihindeki yerini sağlamlaştırdı.

Dönemin titiz ayrıntıya gösterilen özenin ve sanatsal duygusallığının bir sembolü olarak duruyor.

Günümüzde hem işlevsel bir nesne hem de bir sanat eseri olarak hizmet ediyor ve Koralewsky'nin mirasını ve Amerikan metal işçiliğinin altın çağını temsil ediyor.

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The intricately crafted door lock made by Frank L. Koralewsky in 1911 is a remarkable example of early 20th-century metalworking. Born in Stralsund, Germany, in 1872, Koralewsky apprenticed as an ironworker before immigrating to the United States in the mid-1890s. Settling in Boston, he became a member of the Boston Society of Arts and Crafts by 1906, specializing in locksmithing and hardware. This particular lock, which took seven years to complete, is a testament to his expertise and dedication to his craft. Covered in gold, silver, and bronze, the lock is an extraordinary fusion of artistry and craftsmanship, reflecting the early 1900s fascination with medievalism. It represents the pinnacle of metalworking traditions at the time, showcasing Koralewsky’s ability to blend function with decorative beauty. The design is inspired by the fairy tale "Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs" by the Brothers Grimm, adding an element of whimsy and narrative depth to the piece. Exhibited at the 1915 Panama-Pacific International Exposition, the lock won a gold medal, cementing its place in the history of American craftsmanship. It stands as a symbol of the meticulous attention to detail and the artistic sentimentality of the era. Today, it serves as both a functional object and a work of art, embodying Koralewsky’s legacy and the golden age of American metalworking. #archaeohistories

[lexstudytour]

Another place I had the opportunity to visit this week was The Museum at FIT, I’m so glad we made the last-minute decision to go. The museum is known for its incredible exhibitions that explore fashion history, innovation, and cultural impact, and the current exhibit, "Fashioning Wonder: A Cabinet of Curiosities," was absolutely mesmerizing.

The exhibit is inspired by the historic concept of a "cabinet of curiosities," where collectors would display rare and extraordinary objects. This theme translated beautifully into the exhibition, which showcased garments and accessories that embodied elements of fantasy, illusion, and spectacle. The collection featured everything from surreal silhouettes to intricate embellishments, all emphasizing fashion’s ability to captivate and surprise.

Of all the stunning pieces on display, my favorites were definitely the Jean Paul Gaultier designs. His work has always fascinated me with its avant-garde approach and ability to push boundaries, and seeing his creations up close was an unforgettable experience. The level of craftsmanship and creativity in his designs is truly unmatched. I've included pictures of some of the pieces that stood out to me the most.

[stylisticstudiouk]

Contemporary Ceramic Artwork - Choose the Best from Stylistic Studio

Ceramics have long been admired for their functionality and beauty, but contemporary ceramic artwork takes this age-old craft to a whole new level. With innovative designs, bold textures, and unique artistic expressions, modern ceramics blend tradition with creativity, making them a standout feature in any space. At Stylistic Studio, contemporary ceramic pieces are more than just decorative objects—they are statements of artistry and craftsmanship. Whether you're drawn to minimalist forms, intricate patterns, or sculptural masterpieces, there is a diverse range of designs to suit every aesthetic.

One of the defining features of contemporary ceramic art is its versatility. These pieces can serve as functional tableware, abstract sculptures, or even statement home décor. Artists often experiment with a variety of glazing techniques, bold colour palettes, and unconventional shapes, resulting in ceramics that challenge traditional expectations.

Handcrafted with precision, each ceramic piece from Stylistic Studio reflects the artist’s vision and dedication to quality. Whether you’re an art enthusiast, an interior design lover, or simply someone who appreciates fine craftsmanship, choosing the right ceramic artwork can elevate your space. A well-chosen ceramic sculpture or vase can add depth, texture, and personality to your home, creating a harmonious blend of modern elegance and timeless charm.

When selecting contemporary ceramics, consider the form, texture, and colour that best complement your style. Whether you prefer organic, free-flowing shapes or structured, geometric designs, the right ceramic piece can transform your space effortlessly.

At Stylistic Studio, contemporary ceramics are not just art; they are expressions of creativity, culture, and innovation. Explore a world of extraordinary ceramic artwork and find the perfect piece to enrich your home and inspire your surroundings.

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[ladyeckland28]

### The Winchester Mystery House: An Architectural Enigma

The Winchester Mystery House in San Jose, California, remains one of America’s most enigmatic and captivating landmarks, a testament to Sarah Winchester’s eccentric vision and haunted beliefs. Widow of William Wirt Winchester, the heir to the Winchester Repeating Arms Company, Sarah Winchester embarked on a ceaseless construction project that spanned 38 years, driven by an unorthodox mission to appease the spirits she believed were victims of her husband's invention: the Winchester rifle.

Sarah Winchester's life was marred by tragedy. Following the death of her infant daughter from marasmus and her husband's untimely demise from tuberculosis, she turned to a spiritualist for guidance. It was purportedly this medium who informed her that she was cursed by the vengeful spirits of those slain by Winchester rifles and that the only way to avoid their wrath was to build a house that would confuse and contain them. Thus began the construction of what would become known as the Winchester Mystery House, a sprawling 24,000 square feet mansion comprised of peculiar and whimsical architectural elements.

The mansion's design is a labyrinthine wonder. Staircases ascend to ceilings, doors open to solid walls, and windows overlook interior rooms. The house contains 160 rooms, 10,000 windows, 2,000 doors, 52 skylights, 47 stairways, 47 fireplaces, 17 chimneys, 13 bathrooms, and 6 kitchens. Many of these features serve no practical purpose other than to bewilder. For instance, the infamous "Door to Nowhere" opens to a sheer drop from the second floor, a prime example of Sarah Winchester's effort to mislead and perplex any spectral inhabitants.

Sarah Winchester's architectural improvisation was underpinned by a combination of superstition, wealth, and an unending pursuit of atonement. The number 13 is a recurring motif throughout the house, believed to have spiritual significance. The chandeliers, windows, and even drain covers feature this motif, symbolizing Sarah’s deep commitment to her esoteric beliefs.

Despite the erratic and often illogical design, the Winchester Mystery House holds considerable historical and cultural significance. Its construction showcases Victorian craftsmanship and an era of newfound prosperity in post-Gold Rush California. Today, the mansion is a popular tourist attraction, drawing visitors intrigued by its paranormal lore and architectural curiosities.

The Winchester Mystery House exemplifies how personal grief and guilt can manifest in extraordinary ways. Sarah Winchester's attempt to cope with her tragic losses resulted in one of the most bizarre and fascinating architectural endeavors in history. The mansion stands as both a monument to human eccentricity and a testament to the lengths one might go to find solace from inner turmoil.

[esconpanache]

Escon Panache: Unmatched Location and Architectural Excellence

Escon Panache, where luxury living meets unparalleled convenience and design brilliance. Our commitment to delivering an extraordinary lifestyle is embodied in two of our standout features: our unmatched location and architectural excellence. Let’s delve into what makes Escon the pinnacle of sophisticated living.

Unmatched Location: The Heart of Convenience

At Escon Panache Villas, location isn’t just about being in a prime area; it’s about being at the epicenter of a vibrant, well-connected community that enhances your everyday life.

Prime Accessibility

Situated in the heart of the city, Escon Panache offers seamless connectivity to major highways, public transportation hubs, and key urban landmarks. Whether you’re commuting to work, heading out for a weekend getaway, or enjoying a night out in the city, you’re never far from where you need to be.

Serene Surroundings

Escon Panache offers a serene environment, providing a peaceful retreat from bustling city life. Our meticulously landscaped gardens and tranquil courtyards create a sanctuary where you can unwind and rejuvenate.

Architectural Excellence: A Symphony of Design and Innovation

Escon Panache's architectural brilliance is not just about stunning aesthetics; it’s about creating spaces that resonate with elegance, functionality, and sustainability. Our architectural team combines cutting-edge technology with timeless design principles to create living spaces that are both beautiful and practical. Each Villa is a masterpiece of design, featuring spacious layouts, high ceilings, and abundant natural light. The seamless integration of indoor and outdoor spaces allows you to enjoy the beauty of nature from the comfort of your home.

Attention to Detail

Every aspect of Escon Panache architecture is meticulously planned and executed. From the grand entrance lobby to the private balconies offering breathtaking views, no detail is too small. Our dedication to quality craftsmanship ensures that every corner of your home exudes luxury and elegance.

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